Finally Feeling Accepted
Chap #1 The beginning
I always find that the best place to start a story is the beginning. Where else is there to start? I've read stories that begin at the end, what use is that? I'll tell my story as it is, starting at the beginning:
When my Mother told me and my sisters that we were moving to the States I wasn't as upset as you'd think. I'd never really fitted in at my school, never had any proper friends, I'd just retreated to the library at lunch times to read books and complete homework. My eldest sister Hannah acted like it was the end of the world, but I suppose to her it was. She was pretty and popular with brains to match it. Her only downfall was (though not so much now) her ignorance for other people's feelings. Sophie (the middle child) was strange about it. She was neither sad nor happy.
"I'll miss my friends" she explained, "but America holds more opportunities than England does." That was so typical of my sister, she's clever -we all are- and extremely ambitious, her aim in life is to be a Judge, powerful.
The next few months passed by quickly, all the planning. Our mother (or as we called her, mere) had decided that a little town called Stoneybrook was the ideal place to live. We flew over to spend a week there at Easter, looking at all different houses. One particular house though stood out from the start:
"It's not exactly big is it?" commented Hannah as we pulled up outside a cosy house on Bradford Court, a street with identical houses.
"I like it" I said, putting my head sideways.
"So do I" Mere answered " It looks, homey."
*Sorry I know it's not really about any of the BSC yet, but it will be!
Chap #1 The beginning
I always find that the best place to start a story is the beginning. Where else is there to start? I've read stories that begin at the end, what use is that? I'll tell my story as it is, starting at the beginning:
When my Mother told me and my sisters that we were moving to the States I wasn't as upset as you'd think. I'd never really fitted in at my school, never had any proper friends, I'd just retreated to the library at lunch times to read books and complete homework. My eldest sister Hannah acted like it was the end of the world, but I suppose to her it was. She was pretty and popular with brains to match it. Her only downfall was (though not so much now) her ignorance for other people's feelings. Sophie (the middle child) was strange about it. She was neither sad nor happy.
"I'll miss my friends" she explained, "but America holds more opportunities than England does." That was so typical of my sister, she's clever -we all are- and extremely ambitious, her aim in life is to be a Judge, powerful.
The next few months passed by quickly, all the planning. Our mother (or as we called her, mere) had decided that a little town called Stoneybrook was the ideal place to live. We flew over to spend a week there at Easter, looking at all different houses. One particular house though stood out from the start:
"It's not exactly big is it?" commented Hannah as we pulled up outside a cosy house on Bradford Court, a street with identical houses.
"I like it" I said, putting my head sideways.
"So do I" Mere answered " It looks, homey."
*Sorry I know it's not really about any of the BSC yet, but it will be!